High in the halls
Of the kings
who are gone,
Jenny would dance
With her ghosts.
The ones she has lost,
And the ones she had found
And the ones who loved her
The most.
The ones who been gone
For so very long,
She couldn't remember
Their names.
They spun her arrouns
On the damp old stone,
Spun away all the sorrow
And pain.
And she never wanted to leave.
Never wanted to leave.
Never wanted to leave.
Never wanted to leave.
They dance trough the day
And into the night.
Through the snow that
Swept through the hall.
From winter, to summer
And winter again.
'Til the walls did crumble
And fall.
And she never wanted to leave.
Never wanted to leave.
Never wanted to leave.
Never wanted to leave.
And she never wanted to leave.
Never wanted to leave.
Never wanted to leave.
Never wanted to leave.
High in the halls
Of the kings
who are gone,
Jenny would dance
With her ghosts.
The ones she has lost,
And the ones she had found
And the ones who loved her
The most...
